Submission of Shannon

Shannon stood there, looking at Becca as she wiped the man\'s seed from her face. The blonde took her time, enjoying the smell and the feel of the soft shirt against her sensitized skin. As she worked with the shirt, moving it down to her tits, letting the cotton fibers rub against her already swollen nipples, she kept her eyes on the shaking dark skinned lovely sharing the cramped space with her.

Finally, she spoke. \"It\'s ok to be afraid, most of my master\'s new pets are when they come in, but few leave that way.\" she said as the shirt rubbed small circles around her taut little belly, finishing the removal of the man\'s cum, then putting the shirt to her face again, smelling the ure ure of her Master\'s cologne and the musky smell of his musky seed.

\"Fuck you!\" Shannon proclaimed, and reached out to smack Becca across the face.

The blonde quickly reached up, grabbed Shannon\'s wrist as it came towards her face, and roughly responded with a slap of her own, this one connecting fiercely against Shannon\'s cheek. Shannon hadn\'t anticipated the response, and was in deep shock.

A rough look overtook Becca as she hissed with the connection of her hand, then her face softened. The hand that she had used for pain now became a tool of comfort and started caressing Shannon\'s face. \"Let\'s not make this a cat fight, beautiful. That\'s not why he put me in here.\"

\"I don\'t care why he put you in here, bitch\" replied Shannon, and against tried to attack Becca, only to find her self halted again with the back of Becca\'s hand, followed by her hand grabbing Shannon\'s hair, holding her still while she got a message across to her.

\"Please, don\'t do that again. I\'m not your enemy here. If anything, I\'m here to be your friend, yourter ter in chains so to speak\" and with that Becca pushed Shannon\'s head away from her, then bit her lip, trying again to touch her in comfort. \"There will be times when you are going to be scared by what the Master does, but he isn\'t a bad man. He brought you here if anything because he grew fond of you.\"

She continued, the shock of her blows against Shannon keeping the dark skinned tiger quiet, \"More nights than not, I\'m outside the cage. I am free to roam the house and even the neighborhood. I share his bed and his life. You will too one day.\"

Shannon took her hands and roughly broke any connection to her naked flesh, \"How can you bow down to this … this Asshole!\"

Becca looked disappointed, \"I\'ve been with the Master for almost 2 years now, he\'s not the monster or the asshole you make him out to be. \" She continued, looking around at the bars, \"What you currently see as imprisonment is actually the first steps out to your true freedom.\"

\"BULLSHIT!!\" Shannon exclaims. \"This is kidnapping, torture, and mind control, plain and simple. \" Again, she tried to strike out at Becca, channeling all her rage at the blonde, but again she underestimated the other woman\'s speed and strength, and found herself getting slapped and then backhanded with the same hand.

After the connectof hof her face with Becca\'s hand, Shannon was washed in a feeling of complete powerlessness. The surroundings, the humiliation, everything had finally broken her and she started to cry harder than she did the night before, sulking down against the bars totally defeated.

Becca sighs, \"I don\'t like hurting you, so please don\'t make me.\" With those words, Becca reached her arms around Shannon and pulled her to her bosom to rest her head while she sobbed. Quickly, Shannon\'s arms wrapped around her consoler, squeezing her tight as the two naked beauties just sat there, holding each other.

Shannon wanted to fight, she truly did. She wanted to scratch Becca\'s eyes out for being a part of this, for telling her she would be ok. She didn\'t ever want to be ok with this scenario. She kept telling herself to break the hug, to stop crying, to regain her composure and fight this, but something had already snapped within her. She just didn\ave ave the strength, all she could feel was the softness of Becca\'s skin holding her, hands running slowly through Shannon\'s dark hair, breast pressed to breast, heart pressed to heart. The comfort was needed more than the ability to fight.

And Becca did continue to comfort Shannon, to hold her, pressing soft kisses to the now exhausted Nubian beauty within her arms. She told her about other girls that had come and gone, told her about how powerful the men were that her Master provided these lovelies too, and how the best trained women came into her own power over time, becoming wives to corporate moguls or princesses within extravagant harems in far away lands.

As the afternoon went by, the girls continued to talk. Shannon would ask questions, and Becca would do her best to answer, often sidestepping any questions regarding actual training. She thought her Master would want Shannon to experience this herself.
Shannon slowly decided that as long as she was going to be down here, she was going to need a friend, someone to talk too. She hoped over time Becca would come to see what Shannon felt, that this wasn\'t right.

Hours passed, and Shannon had become rested against Becca\'s lap, tired of talking and asking questions. Neither of these things truly helped her feel any better. She was still a prisoner in her mind, and no words of Becca\'s would have changed that. As she lay there, she started toll tll the musky sent of sex against the white girl\'s skin. The perfume of the man\'s cum mixed with the scent of Becca\'s own teased sex circled within Shannon\'s nose. The scents made Shannon sick at the thought of the acts, but also made her dizzy.

As much as she hated to admit it, as Becca\'s hands caressed her tired body and her consciousness was concentrated on the aroma her consoler\'s body was emitting, Shannon was becoming charged between her thighs. The views of the sex earlier, the smells and caresses now all flowed through her mind, and she felt her breath becoming heavy. She wondered briefly if her captor was right, was she just an animal like any other, with instincts and needs that developed on a primal level. Why else would she feel this way?

Becca\'s hands continued to caress Shannon in comfort, till finally they heard moving again above them. As the door to the stairs opened, Shannon rose from Becca\'s comfortable thighs.

Michael had started coming down the stairs, but this time he had something with him. Shannon panicked and futilely backed away from both the direction of the stairs and Becca. Michael was now carrying a gun, and Shannon knew it wasn\'t just a toy.

She screamed out, \"GOD! NO!! Please, don\'t shoot me!! I\'ll do anything you want, PLEASE\"

As though her words meant nothing, her captor aimed and pulled the trigger. Shannon flinched and felt a pain in the back of her arm, but was shocked when there was no bang from the gun. She looked over and saw a tranquilizer dart imbedded into her shoulder.

Whether it been from the shock of the gun, or the contents of the dark itself, something came over Shannon and her world slowly faded to black.